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A Predator Through and Through

The lithe olive python naga snaked his way between all four of the blue quadruped dragon's legs before curling up in front of him, rubbing noses, cupping his chin with his palms. "Dammit Firon! You're entirely too soft and squishy to say no to!"

Firon playfully bit at the naga's muzzle, barely missing. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

Yetzer's tongue flicked idly, the corners of his wide maw curling up. "What a silly, silly question! Nobody eats a snake without earning it first. If you want me, you have to catch me first!" He spun around and went to bolt, but was stopped by powerful claws wrapping around his shoulder and upper body. "URK!"

"Sorry, my delectable one, but if you want me to catch you, I'll have to be fast!" Firon pulled the snake in close to his gently gaped maw, letting the relatively small serpent get a good feel of his hot breath on his face and neck.

Yetzer's body coiled up below him, writhing into knots, his tail idly wrapping around one of Firon's back talons. "I...sssssupposssse!" He flicked his tongue out far enough to smack the forked tips against the blue dragon's lips.

With a gentle belly rumble, Firon lunged forward with his mouth wide open, giving Yetzer a good look at his ebony gullet before smothering the snake's face, his throat muscles opening up to swallow.

Yetzer's body flailed around, tail grasping at Firon's limbs as his hands reached up to try to pull himself out, but the teeth clamped down around his neck held him firm. Defeated, he relaxed and let Firon have his way with his long, thin body.

"Mmmm!" Firon moaned as he felt Yetzer's tongue poking out to slap against the inside of his throat. Yetzer had absolutely no qualms about wiggling his head back and forth, pushing his chin down against the inside of Firon's throat, bulging it out in a very clear snake head shape.

Firon got a firm grip around Yetzer's torso as he leaned back, arching his head to aim straight up, opening his jaw wide and forcing the snake's body down his gullet. He could feel his throat bulging out as head, neck, arms, and shoulders slipped through into his belly. Every few feet of snake body that passed through his maw reminded him to bite down, to ensure his meal didn't slip out.

The snake inside wiggled and writhed happily as his form slid through the tight ebony fleshed confines of his predator. He reached forward as his head burst into the open cavern that was firon's belly, prepping himself to fall and splash in his fluids. He found that he couldn't quite breathe like he could inside Leera or others could inside him, but he found he wasn't suffocating. The fluids entered his lungs as he inhaled, coating his passageways without making him cough or hack. Everything was pitch black, but as he felt around, he could feel the other end of the stomach, and he quickly came to realize that if he didn't want to be bundled up inside Firon's belly, he'd need to keep going through. After putting his hands in a diving position, fighting against the powerful swallows of Firon's throat, he parted the opening to the rest of his dragon pred's gut and dove in, literally letting his long, thin form slide through the jumbled mess that was his intestines.

Firon paused a moment as he felt a strong lurching deep within him, a stretching sensation he wasn't used to feeling as he was gobbling up some hapless victim. After a few seconds, the moment passed and he carried on, walking his hands down Yetzer's body to force the snake in deeper. He was about halfway down the long, tube-like body and had no plans to stop forcing more of the scaled strand of a beast into him. He lunged his head forward, opening up his maw to bite down a few inches further, gulping with each movement to keep the serpent down!

Yetzer kept on rummaging in deeper, nuzzling every which direction every time his snout hit a dead end. He'd lurch forward, hit a wall, wiggle around until he found the new direction of the passage that he was sliding through, then slide forward and repeat. Sometimes his snout pressed against something harder than the soft confines of Firon's gut, and he pieced it together that he was coiling and wrapping around his own body inside! At this point, his arms were held at his side rather than in front of him; he couldn't keep them aimed forward. After a long winding road, he finally felt the tight slick confines open up a bit into a much wider canal. A few more turns and soon he'd be out!

Firon finally let go of the snake's body, opting instead to use his talons for balance. The big, writhing, knotted bulge in his gut was throwing him a bit off balance, and he didn't want to squish poor Yetzer, so he leaned to the side and raised a leg, letting the little bugger have some room. He was almost to the end of Yetzer's body, and each gulp forded more of the snake into him. He was mostly watching the writhing mass that was his belly, but he saw out of the corner of his eyes two rods of flesh poking out from underneath the snake's wide ventral scales. With a grin, he gave another swallow to tug them closer to his maw as his tail arched up between his wings and over his shoulder to wrap around the base of each hemipene! Just as he did so, he felt a weird motion in his lower gut before a snout began nuzzling at the inside of his rump hole!

He tried to protest against his prey wiggling out, but the snake in his throat and cocks smacking at his muzzle kept him from doing anything more than grunting out a low hum.

Yetzer kept pushing forward inside, the roomier passage allowing him enough freedom to pull his arms up, which he used to tickle at the inside of Firon's tight hole. After a moment of teasing, he pulled his arms back down and slid forth, poking his snout out from underneath his tail, clearing his lungs before taking in a deep breath. As his lungs filled, every bit of his body expanded inside, inflating Firon's lower gut; clearly defined coils nd ridges emerged in the drake's white belly scales. Yetzer continued to push until his entire head burst out wih a gush of the slick fluids that had accompanied his passage through. As he flexed and twisted his body, more of his torso emerged into the warm corona that surrounded Firon's body, his chest splatting on the juice-soaked floor. As he blinked, an action most snakes were in capable of, he got a quick look around ans saw a thick meaty rod of throbbing flesh just inches away!

"Well, I can't say no to that, can I?" Yetzer mused as he curled his body around to take a big, fleshy bite of it. He was careful, keeping his teeth retracted so only his gums and fleshy throat pressed down against the dragon's member. He, like his partner, could feel the flesh bulging out his lower jaw and throat!

"Mmmmrph!" Firon mumbled as he felt the snake's maw clamp down on his member. Every swallow reverberated through his body, scrunching up snake coils in his gut, pushing more of his friend's body out his backside. As each and every scale of Yetzer slid across his ebony flesh, a wave of pleasure burst from within, especially as his belly scutes lurched out his backside. Careful to not let the snake's cocks get bent, Firon reached up, gaped open his maw, and pushed the hemipenes tight against Yetzer's bellyscales, swallowing one last time to force the last of his body and tail down his throat.

Yetzer, still sucking gently on Firon's shaft, tensed up his muscles to help his body to slip through. As his cocks slid into Firon's throat, however, the pleasure got to him and he shot out twin jets of seed with enough force to bulge out Firon's hyper-soft gullet temporarily before dissipating and curling back up inside themselves in the snake's body.

Firon enjoyed the slight taste of snake seed before swallowing down, closing his mouth over Yetzer's tailtip, the waves of muscle contractions easily forcing the last of the snake into his belly, and subsequently the rest of his gut passage. As the coils writhed inside him, his muscles contracted, hips thrust, and wings splayed out, a climax surging from his tailtip right into his groin, a burst of his own sticky, creamy seed filling Yetzer's eager maw, which was eagerly gulped down as a tongue flicked on the underside of his member, tickling his slit lips.

Content, Yetzer pulled away, a dribble of dragon cum in the crook of his jaw, which he promptly wiped away. "Well, that was fun!" His body tensed up again, pulling more of it from the twisting confines of Firon's gut. Before long, all of his body was free, leaving poor Firon with a needy, gentle gape and a stream of lubricating fluids trickling out from under his tail.

"Now that's a trick I'd love to pull over at the house! Tell me, how was it inside, could you breathe?" Firon's expression turned from post climax exhaustioun to genuine concern.

"No, but it was fine. I held some fluid inside and found I didn't need to breathe." Yetzer smiled as he struck at his friend, his lube-soaked body splatting against Firon's scales, getting both of them wet with delight.

"Well, Remember, you can never stay in more than a couple hours, it's not safe. I really need to talk to Vinn about getting a potion or something that'll keep my fluids inert. I'd love to be able to enjoy a writhing, wriggling snake or other meal inside me for longer."

Yetzer let out a hiss, wrapped his arms around Firon's neck, and hung down as he flicked his tongue on the dragon's muzzle. "What a wonderful bit of expository dialogue! You don't need to tell me that, I know all about that. Don't worry, Doc Vinn will figure something out!"